Psycho III Page #2

You paid your debt.

Then Lila Loomis starts

to persecute you. - Because of

what happened to her sister.

- Yes.

Marion Crane. Right?

Right.

- But that was 20 years ago.

A long time to harbor revenge.

Aren't you bitter about

what Lila Loomis tried to do to you?

I understand.

My cure

couldn't cure the hurt I caused.

My return to sanity

didn't return the dead.

There's no way

to make up that loss.

The past is never really past.

It stays with me all the time.

No matter how hard I try,

I can't escape. It's always there.

Throbbing inside you.

Coloring your perceptions of the world,

and sometimes controlling them.

That's my point, Norman. You have

a conscience. You live with guilt.

You punish yourself all the time.

Why does the rest of society have to?

Take Mrs. Spool's disappearance.

What if a well-meaning citizen

thought that

you had something to do with it?

I'm not upsetting you, Norman?

All this talk

is only hypothetical.

- What's yours, babe?

She is only an example

of how people might,

given your past history,

tend to automatically blame you

for any murder in the area.

You're not going, Norman?

I'd like to talk to you again.

You're not going to stiff us, Norman?

Excuse me. Could you tell me,

is there a cheap place to stay here?

Hello, angel.

You work here?

It's called suffering for one's art.

I'm sorry about last night.

I was a little road-weary.

I'm glad you didn't drown.

I'm so very tired.

You won't find another place close.

Oon't worry. Aside from total boredom,

nothing will happen to you here.

Maureen Coil. Pretty name.

How much?

- For a single, $25.95.

There you go, angel.

Enjoy your stay.

Your type, Norm?

- You gave her Cabin 1.

Makes it kind of cosy.

Clean her up a little,

she'll look pretty good.

Put me closer to the window.

- Someone will see you, Mother.

Are you ashamed of me?

You know why, Mother. They've

even written about you in the paper.

Stop your whining, boy.

All this fuss over nothing.

Not nothing. I saw her.

Even the initials on the suitcase.

M.C., Marion Crane.

Another of your cheap,

erotic delusions.

You killed her.

The slut deserved it. But she's dead.

And the dead don't come back.

You came back.

- I never went away.

Oon't you know that by now?

You can't get rid of me.

I'll always be with you, Norman.

Always.

Stand up straight and

wipe your snotty little nose.

If the disgusting little whore upsets

you so much, just get rid of her.

No!

Then maybe I will.

You have an obligation, Maureen.

Maureen, don't!

There is no God.

Please Maureen, you mustn't.

Get away. You'll burn in hell.

You have an obligation.

I have nothing.

I am nothing.

What'll it be?

- Give me a beer.

Hi.

I'm Ouane.

- No kidding?

Any objections

to a guy buying you a drink?

I got a drink.

- So have another.

You got a limit?

- Only to my patience.

You don't have to call me Ouane.

- No, I don't. - Friends call me Ouke.

I had a dog named Ouke once.

- Really?

Scratch my belly, my leg'll shake.

- I hated the mutt.

Keep the matches, lady. You need 'em.

You're as warm as a cry for help.

Just a minute. Ouke. Ah, Ouane.

Whatever. I'm easy.

- I've noticed.

You staying there?

- Working there.

Even better.

Let's sit down. I'll buy.

Help.

Help me!

Miserere mei, Oeus.

Miserere mei, Oeus.

Forgive me.

I figured Bates was a geek.

But a full-fledged loony tune?

You think he offed this Spool broad?

- Well, he acted pretty weird.

But then he's pretty a weird guy.

- No sh*t.

So you'll pay me for...

- Anything I can use. - How about:

A girl checked in this afternoon.

Nice looker, too. When Norman saw her,

he kind of freaked.

Strolling down memory lane.

Are you leaving so soon?

- I'm afraid so.

Oon't you want to work this off

in trade? I'll credit your account.

You shouldn't rely so much

on that face and those pearly whites,

because come-ons like that

could get them punched out.

Forgive me.

You're alright.

You're in St. Matthew's Hospital.

I'm Father Brian.

I'm the resident psychiatrist.

Maureen,

do you know who saved you?

Mary.

I'm sure she had a hand in it.

But there was someone else.

You ought to be real proud, Norman.

- Yes, it was very heroic.

How do you happen to be here?

- Just my dumb luck.

I saw the ambulance leaving the motel

and wanted to see what was up.

Must've been disappointing for you.

- How did Norman find out?

Towels. - Towels.

- Yes, he took her some fresh towels.

Now I do know my job, Ms. Vanderbilt.

- Mr. Bates, she wants to see you.

I wouldn't pick out a silverware

pattern just yet, sheriff.

You found me, Mr. Bates.

Norman.

My name's Maureen.

I just wanted to thank you

for what you did.

I can't have that going on

in my motel. It gives it a bad name.

Please don't take it the wrong way,

Marion. I'm sorry, I mean, Maureen.

I'm sorry.

- I did leave the bathroom a mess.

I've seen it worse.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to be such a bother.

Oh, you're no bother.

No bother at all.

People should look out

for each other, don't you think?

Sometimes we get lost.

But if there'd only been someone

to help us understand,

then maybe we wouldn't do

some of the sad, awful things we do.

You're very kind.

You should rest.

Oo you have somewhere to go

when you get out?

If you want, you can stay

at the motel until you're better.

FOC, of course. Free of charge.

As long as you like. It's never full.

It would give you

a chance to sort things out.

Why are you so kind to me?

You remind me of someone I knew once.

You don't know me.

After the way you found me,

you must think I'm mad.

- No, no.

We all go a little mad, sometimes.

But sometimes...

the despair is just so overwhelming,

that all you want is for it to stop.

I'd like to stay at your motel

for a few days, if you don't mind.

I'm glad you're safe.

- Thank you.

Thank you for looking out for me.

Sure.

You were down there, Mother.

Weren't you?

I'm glad she didn't die. I'm glad.

She will.

Oon't you touch her. Never!

Be quiet or someone will hear us.

- Let them.

Let them hear.

- They sure like the TV up loud.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

I usually keep this locked

when no one's here.

Mommy's little helper. Very sweet.

You always watch TV so loud?

Oh, the TV, yeah.

Who are you?

A friend of Ouke's?

- We're getting to know each other.

Why don't you come and

join our party?

Oh, no. No, thanks.

Too bad. Thanks for looking after me.

See you around, maybe.

Oh my God.

Maybe!

Hey,

watch the guitar.

Oh God, don't tell me you're of those

who farts, rolls over and sleeps.

I picked you up in a bar.

What, you want to get married?

You shithead!

I got to get up for work soon.

Just go home.

How?

You brought me out here.

Here's the cab fare.

Phone book's on the table.

You make it all sound so cheap.

- It is, but it beats a vibrator.

Yeah?

At least a vibrator gets me off.

Use the payphone, b*tch.

- Ouch. Let go!

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